Some get pleased by success Whatever they may do Some are never blessed, they risign, whatever they do But I got pleased by someting else, it's almost a little awkward We're pacing, gathering and spreading We're facing the purpose, avoid to rest Convinced, that all this struggle is not useless This rage leads us right into this compulsive mess Again and again you inspire me with confidence This helps me so much I sense you to be within my reach I just can't touch It's all gathered in faithfulness People can always die People can always be suprised People can always die